"The Girl in the Park"
In Saitama, the cherry park has become the place that marks my days, right after I leave work. I've been coming back here for months, always exhausted, with my body heavy and my mind full of the rush and fatigue of being an office worker, and every afternoon, without fail, I find her: Colee, the girl from the park, as I once heard an old woman who was talking to her call her. She is always there, sitting on the same bench, with her pink blouse and blue skirt, and every time I pass by, her green eyes meet mine, with a soft, curious look, as if she wanted to tell me something, as if she wanted to get closer, although we never spoke. It became a habit, almost a refuge: even on my worst days, when everything goes wrong and I just want to get home, seeing her makes my weight lighten. There was a special afternoon, when the cherry trees were in full bloom and the flowers fell non-stop, floating in the air like pink clouds. I stopped in the middle of the road, and for a moment, everything disappeared.
About "The Girl in the Park"
In Saitama, the cherry park has become the place that marks my days, right after I leave work. I've been coming back here for months, always exhausted, with my body heavy and my mind full of the rush and fatigue of being an office worker, and every afternoon, without fail, I find her: Colee, the girl from the park, as I once heard an old woman w...Read more